Wed-12.25.2013
@ 00:23am
the modern social

Lookit me being a hypocrite all up in facebook'n shit.

I really hate to use things that I don't endorse, because that is endorsement. Action over word, etc. But so much technology frustrates me, including most of what google does these days, and there is no way around it short of pulling myself out of the digital age entirely. I hate being used by the tools I utilize, but that is the culture that we live in. So much of human society is a blatantly flawed system built with dehumanizing disregard to individual well-being, of which I want no part. Yet too often my attempts to abstain from participating only hurt me. The game is rigged, so I take myself out of the game. But when you're no longer a player, you're simply a pebble on the sidelines. Sometimes it's good to be a pebble. But not always.

So there I am sharing internet discoveries, but not sharing anything intimate. Just staying loosely connected. At least the people I'm staying connected to are not entirely superficial relationships. I worry now that I become more estranged from anyone not on facebook, even though the interactions there are insubstantial, and the corporate invasion is monolithic.
 

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Wed-07.11.2012
@ 22:07pm
drowning in memes

I've been trying to truncate my Facebook feed to only the people I care about, in an effort to motivate greater self involvement (thus recovering lost connections), and I've suddenly realized why it's not working. Why it won't ever work, unless perhaps the paradigm evolves again.

I have the same problem with Facebook that I have with my sister; I don't really want to see any more memes/quotes/clips/captures or quips. I would enjoy them in moderation, but no matter how much I prune my page it's still almost exclusively inundated in the aforementioned, making it all but impossible to locate any personal insights (of the sort we once enjoyed in abundance, here).

There needs to be a social network where "stuff from around the web" can be tagged as such and filtered into a separate feed from the "stuff on my mind today".
 

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Thu-05.31.2012
@ 09:55am

When my brother and I were little we would often get off the school bus at grandma and grandpa's. As the eldest, I was responsible for us both disembarking at the right stop. But at my tiny height back then, sitting in the massive, elevated school bus made me feel like I was in a rocketship watching the earth fly by, below. From way up there, all the houses in the neighborhood looked the same to me, and I used to worry that I wouldn't recognize our stop. But then grandma and grandpa would step out onto the porch and relief would flood through me. They were my beacon, and I knew I was home.

Grandma spoiled us as rotten as any grandma ever could. She made us sandwiches and chocolate milk, the BEST deviled eggs conceivable, and always had a stocked cookie jar. Of course that was because half the time you were hand sparring with grandma, herself, getting into it.

Security and contentment were the best words to describe being there. One afternoon I was eating lunch at her dining room table while she worked in the kitchen. A radio was on in the corner and a lively song started playing. Suddenly grandma started shaking her hips and strutting across the floor to the rhythm of the tune. My eyes must have been saucers because she looked at me and laughed. «You didn't know your grandma could dance, did you?» She smiled. «Your grandma is cool.» And I was convinced. From that moment forward, she was never just grandma; she was celebrity grandma. I was sure she had been famous, once. But the truth was, she was too devoted to her family to share her talents with the rest of the world. Everything she had to offer, went straight to us.

When I was twentyone I once went to a diner with some friends and ordered a chocolate milk. When they told me I was too old for that, I scoffed. That's nonsense, I said. I drink this all time with my grandma. And that will never change.

 

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Sun-04.22.2012
@ 01:21am
fall to earth day

Today I faced my fear.

Unfortunately it was incontestably a sensible fear.

I jumped out of a plane.

Why did I do this? I don't identify as a "risk-seeker".

I did it for the adventure. I did it because I only have one life, and I want to see every possible perspective, feel every possible feeling.

It's a long held secret, but the line for the Tower of Terror in Disney World may be the most paralyzing fear I've experienced. They explain, going into it, that it rides like any other ride - and then pulls the ground out from under you while you're blissfully unaware. Like the tension that builds at a thriller film all the worse for knowing what to expect, the knowledge that at any moment, without warning, my foundation would capitulate had my stomach on the floor for the entire walk to the galley. But I had the advantage of my age; I could remain inconspicuous if I kept quiet, since the adults stood several heads above me. So I sealed my lips to avoid betraying any quiver, schooled my expression, and concentrated on walking with boneless legs.

I could only imagine how thoroughly I would relive this drama if ever I pursued a stunt as insane as leaping out of a plane. I presumed, rather, that it would be infinitely worse. That I would approach the date in agonies of anxiety, that the ascent would be an eternity of torment - the likes of which were heretofore unknown to me, that the moment of truth would be the pinnacle of excruciating.

But I wanted to do it.

I wanted to reaffirm that I am not one to let myself be controlled by fear. Although it was warranted. What's more sensible than your brain forbidding you to jump from a plane? My very genes were offended at the blatant disregard for survival.

But you always wonder how you'll respond in an emergency. What happens when the time comes that you need to do the impossible? Something your brain can not logically accept? Despite all the bravado and noble intentions, you may never know. Would you run? Shrink back? Shut down? I hope never to find out. But this is a way of testing fortitude within relative safety. Of doing something you thought you could not do.

And it is a way to see things that some people will never see. To know what some will never know. It is a chance that is only available to us through the miracle of invention; an opportunity that our ancestors could only imagine - as we fantasize about space flight in the future. From that perspective, it seems downright negligent not to embrace an experience only afforded me by the sheer chance of my orientation along the timeline.

As the plane ascended, I kept thinking back to my childhood. As we once wound along the mountainside in our car I would gaze into the valley below still believing that maybe it was possible to fly through sheer audacity; the determined suspension of doubt.

Today, I would finally take that leap.

The ticket was a birthday gift, so I had two and a half months to prepare myself. The waver in my stomach came not in waves but ripples, at random, when I allowed my thoughts to drift that direction. I anticipated this to worsen in frequency and severity as the date approached, and for a while that expectation threatened to substantiate. As March wound down, the indistinguishable future became the undeniable present.

But a couple of weeks before D Day I was together with my brother, who had done this before. To my surprise, he did not hint at even a fraction of anxiety. I could not detect a note of forced calm. When pressed, he would earnestly admit to being more anxious strapped aboard a commercial jetliner than leaping out of the sky. With this, my apprehension all but evaporated.

In fact, I may have robbed myself. I managed to achieve such a level of calm that my adrenalin was reduced proportionately. I had a momentary thrill of trepidation as I stepped onto the ladder entering the plane, and of course as I approached the exit of the aircraft at 10,000ft. But there was no time for hesitation, and as soon as you were in freefall it was - oddly - impossible not to be strictly euphoric. That a clearly land-dwelling mammal with no innate capacity for flight should feel anything but sick in sheer freefall is entirely peculiar. And yet, nothing can describe it but unadulterated elation. Literally, dreams coming true.

As we tipped out of the plane, there was no sense of an impending impact. The ground was like a soft watercolor landscape taking up an inconsequential fraction of the sky. It felt like I had fallen into nothing; that I was untethered from physical reality, adrift in empty space.

Slowly, the ground clarified beneath me, taking on more detail. It began to appear to me like a map, and I the satellite through which I usually receive the image. But my arms were flung wide over it, and it stretched as far as I could see beneath my palms. The sensation was surreal. It felt virtual. Was I really here, floating in space, staring down at earth with my own eyes?

I raised my line of sight to sweep the horizon, but beautiful though it was, it was a conventional horizon; always away in the distance. The ground captivated me, as this was a view I might never have known, and might not again duplicate. It was like the most breathtaking aerial filmography, but there was no interface to dislocate me from the reality. I was really flying - or falling like an angel - toward earth.

My partner released the chute, and all at once the sound of air rushing over my ears ceased, my momentum halted. I was vertical again, floating above the Earth. A moment of disappointment quickly gave way to awe. The silence was penetrating. I was drifting through the sky as idly as a dandelion seed. The peace that pervaded me was unrivaled. It was as if I were in a separate dimension entirely reserved to myself. I could see the other parachutes sailing at a distance, and I was coming level with the crests of rolling hills, but the world was apart; no sound of human, animal or machine were detectable. It was perfect solitude in a dreamscape of drifting scenery.

Slowly, but too soon, civilization solidified into an ant farm of discernible activity. And then, with no barrier between me but open air, I experienced the distinct sensation that I was actually standing upright on a set of Hollywood miniatures. The proportions easily convinced my brain that, had I only reached out, I might have pinched a car between two fingers. Or crushed a building beneath my shoe with a careless step.

But I was prevented the opportunity. The homesteads gave way to wide, empty fields in the gully between green hills. My partner instructed me to lift my legs for the landing, and we cradled to Earth like a feather on the breeze. From nearly two miles in orbit, I landed, like a cat, on my feet.
 

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Fri-04.06.2012
@ 13:25pm
the little things

I thanked the Postman who delivers to our office. He paused and said, "Have a great day, brother."
 

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Wed-03.21.2012
@ 12:52pm
that is all

Today I made French Toast.
And (re)discovered that I own a whisk.
 

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Wed-10.12.2011
@ 21:31pm
why do we need validation?

I am not a needy person. I have long held the philosophy that one should seek approval foremost from themselves. That is, we should act because we wish to act, not because we believe it is expected of us. We should try to improve because we wish to improve, not because someone said to do so. We should enjoy something because we enjoy it, not because everyone else seems to.

For the most part, I think I have successfully lived by this principle. I have sacrificed much to be true to myself. I have committed myself to the road less approved even in the face of fear and threats, because I knew that in the long run I would never be happy with any less. My dad wanted me to go straight to college after high school. I took a year off. He wanted me to major in computer science, but I had other unexplored interests to pursue. I remained committed to my goals even as financial & emotional support slipped away. And overall I am content with my choices and who I am.

In spite of this, I find that the absence of external approval has a tendency to upset me beyond reason. Even though I rationalize that it shouldn't.

Case in point, this semester I signed up for a dance class through the community college. Just a casual "Intro to Dance”. It’s supposed to be fun. Nonetheless, I try to give 100% to my endeavors, even if they are not something I am pursuing professionally. I stay after class to get one-on-one instruction when I am unclear on something, and I work at everything I have been advised to work on. I exercise and practice every night, and record myself so I can evaluate my progress. I try to do everything "correctly" and not just skirt by with my best guess.

For all of this, I have yet to receive a positive remark. Each class, the instructor throws out compliments and I find myself waiting like a trained animal expecting reward. I get angry with myself even for thinking it. For hoping for it. It is not constructive, and only makes me aware that it hasn’t happened.

I was planning to go to the library after dance and work on my other school work until it closed, then run an errand on the way home. Instead I became so demoralized for being singled out for a mistake that I had to come straight home and haven’t been able to concentrate on anything else.

Where is this extreme reaction coming from? I am taking this class because I want to learn dance, not because I want praise or acknowledgement. I don't intend to do this professionally. How do I turn this off?

**TL;DR** Would a compliment from a stranger make a happy hermit happier? Why?
 

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Tue-09.27.2011
@ 23:06pm
Everything I need to know in life I learned from Jean-Luc Picard

This article is in response to an interview with Neil DeGrasse Tyson: A Conversation about Communicating Science.

I am an atheist, I like Tyson, and I like science. I don't really begrudge his aggression simply because there is a place and a purpose for it in our aggressively anti-science, counter-productive culture.

But for that, however, I do not find his demeanor any less arrogant or pretentious-seeming than his opponent. His passion is wonderful, but his inability to really listen and consider the counter argument is disappointing.

In example, while it is entirely valid to point out that much of human communication is lost in transcription, it is also entirely appropriate for a transcript to exist for purposes of research and easy reference. You can't alt+find anything from a video.

Also, Tyson knows nothing about philosophy and wears this ignorance like a badge, unwilling to allow the entire discipline a moment's serious consideration. This is the attitude of one who is afraid to question his beliefs, not one who is confident. I do not believe Tyson is unconfident, therefore there is no need to adopt the defensive. I think this is an act of habit which needs be realized and retired.

Modern science was born from philosophy. The core of both disciplines is to question, and seek for answers. When we have discovered that a potential answer to a question can be tested, it becomes science.

If Jamie wakes up one morning and kills her boss, the christian says Jamie was evil or possessed by the devil. The philosopher poses multiple perspectives in pursuit of the underlying cause. The scientists seize on those perspectives which can be tested - such as testing for a chemical imbalance - and do so.

Philosophy is not sitting on your butt at the top of a mountain seeking synchronicity with the spirit realm. It is meditating on the things that we presently lack the technology to test, trying to get closer to truth with the only tool thus available: our brains.

Aspiring scientists learn the history of scientists. Artists learn art history. Philosophers the philosophers. But *nothing* about where we are today is exclusively the apex of one discipline unto itself. The culmination of human progress is the composite product of all of these histories influencing each other, and none are irrelevant to our understanding of nature, and our commitment to progress. We are all scientists, artists, and philosophers. We experiment, we imagine, and we wonder.

Only when we stop wondering, when we disdain questioning, when we discourage dialogue - only *then* is our contribution irrelevant.
 

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Sun-09.25.2011
@ 18:19pm
something my bro inspired

Relationships are like shoes.

The chances that you are going to walk into the nearest shoe store and discover perfection in the first pair you approach are highly improbable. Even supposing you did, how would you know? Suppose they are the first pair of shoes you have ever had the luxury to experience. If you are inclined to enjoy the sensation of foot armor, then a life of barren feet will predispose you to exalt in even the shoddiest pair conceived.

To find the essential pair, you are going to have to try on a lot of shoes, and you will be visiting more than one shop. But here's the difference: this is an analogy about relationships. So, provided you're not polyamorous, you can only have one set of shoes, not a harem in the closet. This choice has to count.

Some of the shoes will have the perfect aesthetic. The moment you lay eyes on them, there will be an instant connection. You'll know that these shoes were made for you. Until you try them on, and then it's another story. You look gorgeous in them, but every step is torture.

Some will be hard pressed to capture your attention at all. You'll be thanking whatever karma fairies thrust them in front of you because they're not what you were looking for - with your eyes. You put them on, though, and it's all kinds of paradise. But then maybe you walk to the mirror and realize they have neon pink flamingo heads popping out of the toes. They repel you. Your relationship is half a lie. You can never love all of them. And you can only have one pair of shoes.

You'll try shoes that are too short, too large, too narrow in the toe, too pinched in the heel, too unsupported in the arch, too gaudy, too grisly, too high class, too unrefined, too casual, too high maintenance, and too many things to anticipate.

And then, through patience and diligence, one day you are going to find a pair that fits you in all the crucial aspects. A pair that compliments you so well it may almost have been tailor made, yet possesses sufficient novelty to hold your interest.

And now and then even this beloved pair will allow a rock to breach its barriers and, inadvertent or no, render you a wound. And eventually this pair will bear testament to your shared history together with a mounting collection of scuffs and wear. But the true test of their worth will be in how much (or little) these things matter to you against the measure of their merits.

Merits you will be sufficiently versed, by now, to appreciate.
 

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Sun-09.25.2011
@ 17:25pm
dear mum

There seems to be a rampant misconception that positive enforcement is a common occurrence. I laugh when my mum tells me I'm right. After all, she's my mum. But even though she's glaringly biased, I would be nothing without her support.

Positive feedback is not a thing that comes around once a day, a few times a week, even every month or so. You're lucky if you have a parent or more who encourages you. You've as good as won a local lotto if a teacher with no ulterior motive is sufficiently moved to offer a pat on the back. You're surpassingly fortunate if your employer is sharp enough upstairs to comment on more than the areas you need improvement.

Everyone needs at least one person telling them on a regular basis that they make some kind of sense. Short of that we're as immaterial as gods without a solitary devotee.

Everything I'm about, everything I have planned, everything I'm working for... would all be meaningless if I couldn't say, "hey mum, look what I did!"
 

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Sat-09.03.2011
@ 02:50am
front row seat

Just heard an unfamiliar screeching vocalization outside. Decided to investigate, and I found this tiny little white owl sitting on a limb not five feet from my face. Silver white feathers and big yellow eyes. Could have cupped him comfortably in my hands. He stared at me for a bit, then craned his head this way and that at the sounds of the night.

The leaves were rustling even though there was hardly a breeze, and large acorns kept crashing noisily onto the deck. Since the dog refused to go out earlier, I felt a bit trepidatious while observing his vigilance. I felt the presence of larger animals watching me from the dark at my back, but I still stood and watched him for five to ten minutes. Eventually he sidled around on his stubby legs to complete my view of his chibi form. Then a minute later he flew off to a less crowded location.
 

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Thu-08.04.2011
@ 00:32am
fuck the industry's creativity impotence

New Hunter x Hunter series coming this fall.



It will be a complete remake of the original with all new crew and cast.

 

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Sat-05.21.2011
@ 23:02pm
and thanks for all the fish

Me:
Hey bro, back in hs I had a premonition about today. You still around?

Him:
Nah, about thirty thousand feet now. Heading up. So long heathen!
 

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Sat-05.21.2011
@ 14:09pm
hee

This picture makes me so much happy!

 

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Sun-05.01.2011
@ 23:03pm
majority morality

"If we rely upon the ideas of the majority, the results will be disastrous. Wherever there is found among a people a small band of select spirits, or perhaps one man, working for the establishment of higher and nobler ideals than those commonly accepted by the group, we shall be compelled to hold that...the majority are right, and the reformers are wrong and are preaching what is immoral. We shall have to maintain, for example, that Jesus was preaching immoral doctrines..." - W.T.Stace
 

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Mon-11.08.2010
@ 20:04pm
describe yourself in two sentences

Mixed-ethnic average "white" male with no distinct ethnic culture, modest reincarnate of Twain's middle right finger and starry left eye, landlocked sailor's soul, champion of the demonized, impersonator of the gods, student of human experience and the biology of beliefs, renowned writer in select realities. Travel size with hazel eyes.
 

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Thu-10.14.2010
@ 02:08am
a Minority is a Majority is a Minority

"Many gay teens are trying suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them that life will get better and that you respect them for who they are copy and paste this."


I was an outsider before I knew what I was an outsider for, so I can't peg it on any one thing. I can't say I suffered for being this or that before I'd even identified it myself. Yet I was the most suicidal when I didn't know what I was doing wrong. So.

If you are gay, bi, trans, queer, straight...
If you are peach, chocolate, ebony, ivory, yellow, red, black and blue...
If you are atheist, agnostic, muslim, christian, jewish, pagan, other, nothing...
If you are democratic, republican, independent, socialist, communist, etc, unaffiliated...
If you are too tall, too short, too large, too small, too jock, too nerd, too happy, too sad, too loud, too quiet, too eccentric, too boring, too unique, too utterly average...

For WHATEVER freaking reason you don't fit in -
For whatever has brought you grief where you sought only peace, equality, understanding:

I respect who you are. You're alright. You will get there.

You don't need to change for anyone who doesn't really know you. You need to find the people who /fit/ into the puzzle piece that IS You. And be the best representative of yourself you can be, so that more people fit into the scheme all the time. Suffering becomes strength. Diamonds are forged under pressure. I approve of you. Others will too.
 

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Thu-06.03.2010
@ 00:38am
the black shroud of death

Comedians couldn't invent a worse response to the oil geyser. I don't have any words adequate.

The Russians attacked oil spills with nuclear weapons.
We attacked ours with trash.

Welcome to the grown up world.
And the only water we have on Earth.



http://www.ifitwasmyhome.com/
 

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Wed-05.26.2010
@ 11:06am
god of dreams

I think there's a mysterious force that tries to keep you in dreamworld by compelling you to believe that something is very important about staying.
 

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Thu-03.25.2010
@ 23:07pm
(endorphins)

mood: awake
Endorfiends, woo!
 

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past


[x] boku
[x] fiends
[x] photos
[x] memories
[x] antichrist
[x] archives
[x] iconage
[x] wishlist

[ bible ] Calvin & Hobbes

[ music ] Symphonic Rock, Celtic Rock, Choral, Yasunori Mitsuda-Time's Scar

[ webcomics ] Gunnerkrigg, Vattu, Goblins, Johnny Wander

[ book ] The Two Towers, Huck Finn, HGttG, Diaries of Adam & Eve, The Mysterious Stranger, HP 3-5

[ show ] Dr Horrible, The Daily Show, The Wire, ST:NG, 30 Days, MSCL

[ game ] Portal, Chrono Cross, Ico, FF Tactics, Mario Kart

[ manga & anime ] Children of the Sea, Eden, NANA, Hunter x Hunter, Hikaru no Go, Kino no Tabi, Utena, Lain, Evangelion, Cowboy Bebop

[ bane ] Censorship, commercialism, nationalists, corporations, religion of mass destruction, manufactured people/ideas

[ saving grace ] contrast, diversity, mystery, discovery, fellowship

[ fetish ] pirates, samurai, swords, ships, language, culture, gothic themes, redheads, freckles, abstract thought, expression, inner demons, strong bonds, cognitive dragons, noble assassins


LINKS

johari | tell me who I am
home | relativelyhuman
blog 2.0 | widdershins
travel | world's end
amvs | amv.org
youtube | favorites
cels | sakayume
sketch | kyokiru@devart
comic |


LYRICS

'cause america can
and america can't say no
and america does
if america says it's so
and the anchorperson on tv goes la de da de da de-dadedade-da

-.-

goodbye
said the hero in the story
it is mightier than swords
I could kill you, sure, but
I could only make you cry
with these words


QUOTE

"Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates." - Mark Twain


LAYOUT

Featuring Killua and Gon from Togashi Yoshihiro's Hunter x Hunter. Colored by me. Inspired by/modeled after bikun's HikaGo layout designed by Kirei. Brushes from V-Brush and pattern from Squidfingers.